GIACOMO. Where is Fiesco now? ISABELLA. Oh, you should see him! Celia is showing him her gay saloon Sparkling with lamps and flowers, and her quaint masque Of country lasses, cunningly prankt out With rustic fancy. The little thief Hath stolen all my roses -- all save this -- To deck the pretty damsel she calls Spring, And there is she turning them round and round To be admired; and there are they, all blushes, Curtsying with coy and shame-faced bashfulness, Yet full of a strange joy; and there is he, Dropping kind words and kinder smiles about, Delighting and delighted. We must join them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WAR SONG TO ENGLISHMEN by WILLIAM BLAKE HERMES OF THE WAYS by HILDA DOOLITTLE ON THE EPHEMERALNESS OF BEAUTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONG-TIME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HARVEST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |